(feat. U2)

[Originally by The Skids]

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

I cried to my daddy on the telephone “how long now?�
“Until the clouds unroll and you come down,� The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone “how long now?�
“Until the clouds unroll and you come home,� The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

Boom Cha Hey!

The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply

The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now
Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief, what's wrong now

Boom Cha Hey!

The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply

The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply